Page 24 of The Lady's Guide to Well-Endowed Dukes
At last, he laid hands upon her, spanning her torso, his palms warm over her ribs. She tried to subdue her breathing, but her heart was beating too fast, her pulse racing at the thought of what he would do next.
With the smallest smile, infuriatingly knowing, he moved up to cup her breasts. Softly, slowly, he massaged their fullness, circling inward. As he approached her areolae, she breathed harder, desperate for a firmer touch: a pinch, or the lowering of his mouth—to nip and suckle.
He did neither, holding her in limbo, despite the hungry look in his eyes.
She cursed him again.
“You want me to stop?” He brought his thumbs and forefingers close to each rose-colored bud.
She took a deep breath, so that her breasts rose against his palms. “You’ll have to work harder if you want me to remember this tomorrow.”
He wanted to torment her, but that was a game they could both play.
“And how shall I do that?” He gave each nipple a long, hard squeeze, making her whimper.
When he removed his hands entirely, rising from the bed, she near moaned in frustration. But he was not gone for long.
From her dressing table, he collected the box she’d shown him the day before. “Shall we start with the smallest and work our way up, or shall we skip the preliminaries?” He selected the very largest of the columns and touched it against her belly, making her jump from the coolness of the marble.
Yet she was already growing wet at the thought of him using it upon her. She watched as he trailed it downward, to the dark curls at the crux of her thighs. Nestling the bulbous tip within her outer labia, he ensured the stone made contact with her most sensitive part. She panted, biting at her lip as, with the smallest of movements, he pushed then retreated, making her wait for the next moment of delicious pressure.
But she wanted more. If he didn’t put the damn toy inside her she was going to scream.
“You want me to fuck you with this inanimate thing?” There was a hardness to his voice. “We can do better, don’t you think?”
Tossing it aside, he replaced it immediately with his fingers. He located her nub with expert swiftness and pressed upon it, caressing until she was cursing him again.
Then, without warning, he slid downwards, entering her with two fingers. The suddenness of it made her cry out, but her body arched in response.
God, yes!
There was no more teasing this time.
She was thoroughly wet, offering no resistance to his penetration, and he’d surely done this before, knowing how to crook his fingers to glide over the smooth and rougher places within her sheath.
His thumb he employed lightly upon her pearl, delivering the tortuous provocation she craved. She closed her eyes, giving herself over to his clever ministrations. When he replaced his thumb with an insistent tongue, drawing her peak hard into his mouth, she bucked, crying out as the ultimate wave of pleasure rode through her body.
If she’d had the use of her hands, she would have held him there. As it was, she twisted and lifted, wanting to wring every last ounce of delight from his intimate attention.
Even when she lay spent, he nuzzled there, as if he’d yet to take his fill of her taste and scent. When he arose, it was to kiss gently up her inner thigh, and when he withdrew his fingers from her aching wetness, it was to place them deep in his mouth, sucking them clean.
The way he looked at her made her tremble, for she could tell he was only beginning.
Her gaze dropped to his trousers. While administering to her, he’d partially unbuttoned, allowing his arousal to grow unhindered. The bulge was obscene in its largeness.
His eyes had a new darkness to them as he released the fastenings on the other side. Pushing them away, his small garments went with them, and his erection sprung forward.
She was transfixed.
Never had she imagined…
Though the hair at his groin was abundant, it did nothing to mask the length of his engorgement.
From the root, where it met two firm, plump, generously-sized testicles, she guessed a full twelve inches; more than any woman could take. As for the girth, her hand would not encompass it.
He’d dispensed with his cufflinks and, reaching above, was pulling his shirt forward. Throwing it aside, he bared chest and shoulders and strong arms. The thatch about his member joined that travelling down from his navel, and the hairs of his chest were similarly generous, all but covering taut brown nipples.
Nudging her legs apart, he knelt between them, and took his cock in his right palm.
